‘The Box’ (Jack Ketchum) and ‘The Reservoir of Rot’ (Ian Green)

Am I back? Sort of… Things are still busy here (okay, really busy…) so for now at least, you won’t see a post every day; I just haven’t got the capacity for it right now. Every few days though…? That’s a little more do-able, I think. Lets see how it goes ;o) I want to have a little go at ‘Cimmerian September’ for a start. In the meantime though… Reading hasn’t come easy the last few days but I did manage to get a couple of short stories under my belt last night; one re-read and one new. I’ve got some longer books on the go but for now, lets have a little chat about these… ‘The Box’ – Jack Ketchum (Crossroad Press) What is in the box? Our narrators son knows and now he won’t eat; and when he tells his sisters… they stop eating too. ‘The Box’ is chilling, all the more so because it is told in such a matter of fact way. It almost doesn’t matter what’s in the box, it’s the inevitability of that knowledge that drives our narrators family to their death and makes the tale a compelling one. T...